[ York lets out a short, bitter huff of a laugh. It's not like he wants to pick a side either, like he wants to fight for a cause that isn't his own whichever that might be. But he doesn't believe he has a choice. He believes they're going to have to pick, and when he looks back at Wash he seems pretty unhappy about this. ]

Are you serious? How long do you think either side is going to let us go without fighting for them? It looks like the Barrayarans have already asked their strangers to fight, so you'd be better off staying here. [ He rakes a hand through his hair, thinking that this would all be so much easier if the planet was more hospitable at the moment. They could just leave without worrying about being with one group or the other, but as it is he's sure they'd die unassisted out in the constant blizzard with no supplies. ] I'm not going to argue with you, just... be realistic.

[ He nods to the rest, though, glad it seems like Wash is accepting the one more as a thing that's going to come to pass. It's clear that his friend isn't happy, but. He's not fighting this, either. ]

I won't. I'll tell him tonight that he's in.

We'll have to cover them all. And you're right. If we can make the route with three, it'll probably be safe for four... but she doesn't look so hot. Maybe they're still drugging her, or maybe she's just not eating, but did you see her at the party? I'm not sure she's well enough to run.

I'm going to try and get in to see her, find out what's wrong.